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This fic is about the original Sonic universe, the game continuity, but I will use some archie characters, but I'll warn you, I intend to make this fic politically incorrect, so not only will some of these archie characters be OOC, most of the will DIE on the long run. So, if you read the comics and see one of your favorite characters not acting like their comic continuity or being outright murdered, you're free to stop reading.
This story will be divided into arcs, how many? I don't know, we'll see when we get there. This fic is violent, politically incorrect, gruesome, offensive and has too many intercourses which will be, for the most part, skipped unless I feel it will add to the story or character development. And all of this just in the first arc, in the long run however, it will get less and less offensive as I start to dive into the game's storyline.
It will however, retain some of the violence.
Since this is my fic, I'll do anything I want with it. For example, this story will take place on our earth, with our countries such as USA and Japan, this is a game continuity happening on our earth. I have also given characters a country of birth since the birth place of some characters on the game is really messed up, like Sonic supposedly being American when there is no USA on the games.
I'll also try to explain some of the events that happen on the main continuity, like what happens on Sonic 06, as plausible as I can possibly explain. Some other events will explain what happened to the characters after the Sonic 3 & Knuckles/ Sonic Adventure time skip, such as the sudden eye color, that will be explained by my words.
Also, if anyone have any question to ask me about this fic, send it to me as a PM.
1995, Brazil, Rio de Janeiro
Baby cries, baby cries could be heard throughout one of the guest rooms, the delivery of the baby was inside its parent's mansion, and it was a total success. A healthy baby with short arms and short legs. His father, dressed in a fancy black Italian suit with a black vest underneath the buttoned up coat and a black tie, a fedora hat with a red trim ribbon and simple black gloves that seemed to give him an air of aristocracy.
"Dê ele para mim, por favor"(Give him to me, please) the father asked hurriedly and worriedly, not giving his wife the chance to get a hold of her son. The child suddenly started to cry and the father hushed for him to quiet down "Shshshsh, quietinho meu filho"(calm down my child) he hushed, succeeding in calming down the boy. He turned away from his wife who was panting on the bed and the doctor who had made the delivery "Eu posso ver em seus olhos"(I can see in your eyes) he addressed to the baby "Você me servirá exatamente do jeito que eu quero"(You'll serve me exactly the way I want you too) he muttered, his mouth turning into a twisted grin.
They were all on one of the guest rooms, the husband wanted his wife to gave birth on his own mansion. For some reason that not even she could understand, he wanted his child to be delivered in secrecy and he just said that he wanted the kid to be given birth like the old days when they were done inside of the family's house and not in the hospital, she didn't know why he wanted that but didn't thought too much about it.
Also, the room was guarded with two of the husbands guards, one a normal human with short black hair and the other a brown Dog of the German Shepherd breed, all two wearing black suits, gloves and a pair of sunglasses. The dog guard was obviously shorter than the human, but only a little. The two of them looked like they were waiting for orders to be given as their guard was up even in a stationary position
"Senhor?"(Mister?) the doctor, a human as normal as the rest of the humans said "Eu posso dizer que o parto foi um completo sucesso, esta é a criança mais saudavel que eu já vi na minha vida, e eu posso claramente dizer que ele irá se tornar algo grande quando crescer"(I can say that the delivery was a success, this child is the healthiest kid I have ever seen on my life and I can say he will become something great when he grow up) the doctor proudly confessed to the child's father.
"Eu sei que ele vai"(I know he will) the father said, yet not turning to his wife and the doctor "Afinal, ele é meu filho"(After all, he is my son) he stated as a matter of fact.
"Então"(Well then) the doctor said, taking his medical coat, mask and gloves and putting them inside his medical bag "Se me der licença?"(If you excuse me?) the doctor said, taking his bag and walking out of the room. The father looked at the guards and nodded at them, the nodded back and walked out of the room, silently following the doctor.
"Finalmente, somos uma família completa(Finally, our family is complete) the wife said as her breathing was becoming steadier and steadier as time passed, but was still too tired to do something. A few tears rolled off her eyes, she had never felt so happy before in her life. She had a great life, with a husband that she loved dearly and loved her back, and now she had a cute and beautiful child, which she would take care of it even if her life depended on it.
"Sim... claro"(Yes... of course) he said slowly, his voice dipping into a tone a bit different from before. Still with his back turned, he held the baby with his left hand and put his right hand inside of his suit's coat.
"Como devemos nomea-lo?"(What shall we name him?) she asked her husband.
"Seu nome será..."(His name will be...) with a twisted smirk that would put the Joker to shame, he pulled out a Revolver and turned around, aiming it at his wife's head as he slowly pulled the revolver's trigger. She didn't even had time to widen her eyes before he replied her.
"Sonico o Ouriço"(Sonic the Hedgehog)
*BAM*
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Sonic the Hedgehog
Chapter One: The Beginning
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Six years later, Brazil, Rio de Janeiro
A lone figure, a boy, carrying two duffle bags could be seen walking up the stairs between the houses that made up the favela. Quiet and undetectable, he sneaked around the houses with the goal of not being detected by the criminals that were on guard duty above the rooftops.
Unlike the people in the favela, who wore simple casual clothes like sleeveless shirts and shorts. This individual was wearing a black Italian suit with the coat opened, a black buttoned up vest, a red tie black gloves and black social shoes, and to top it off he also had a black fedora with a red ribbon.
The individual backed up against a house's wall when he saw one of the armed thugs right at the next corner. Kneeling down, the boy pressed his right pointer and middle fingers against the ear piece on his ear.
"Alvos inesperados a frente, quais são minhas ordens?"(Unexpected targets ahead, what are my orders?) the boy said, his eyes were dead and his voice sounded like they were colder then absolute zero.
"Mate-os, cada um deles, esses favelados não merecem nem mesmo viver. Esses macacos já viveram o que tinham que viver"(Kill them, each one of them, that scum doesn't deserve to live. Those monkeys already lived what they had to live) a voice ordered the boy through the ear piece. It's easy to assume that the voice's owner is racist to a whole new level.
The voice heard was nothing short of the devil incarnate, the man behind this operation always find pleasure in torturing and killing people in any way he can, especially when he have the chance to rip others apart with his bare hands. So much pleasure that he usually finds himself with a random slut or whore that he "found" on the street a few hours later after the torturing.
You would think that for someone to work for someone like that would make just as sick as he is, surprisingly, that's not the case.
"Entendido"(Roger that) the dead, cold voice of the boy echoed through the ear piece, making the man on the other line make a creepy seeing that his little creation was a great success.
The boy put a hand on the inside of his suit's coat and pulled out a combat knife. The boss ordered him to murder each one of these thugs, so that's what he would do. After all, ever since he was born, he was trained to do nothing more than kill without remorse, he was the perfect killing machine according to his boss. He never wanted nothing, he felt nothing, his black colored eyes had a dull grey shine on them than made it look like they were devoid of any sort of life. He was literally made to kill, he lived his whole life being taught to kill, so he didn't have a concept of what is right or wrong, and since there's was no one to tell him that, he just thinks that what he's doing is right and for that, doesn't question anything.
The armed thug turned to the corner and was met with nothing, not stopping, he kept walking forward to keep patrolling the area. Suddenly something fell above him, pinning him face down on the floor, he was about to scream when an arm covered his mouth, he looked up and saw someone wearing a suit but couldn't make out his face. Then, the boy picked the knife and stabbed into on the base of the thug's neck, he wanted to scream but arm's grip around his mouth was too strong and all the sound he made came out low and muffled. It didn't take too long for the thug's eyes lose their light and the struggling to cease, signalizing his death.
The boy stood up from the corpse and placed the knife back into its holder, as he stood up, you could see better what the boy looked like. He was a 85 cm blue hedgehog with peach colored muzzle, black nose, black colored iris and pupils and six short downward quills on the back of his head. His name was Sonico, or Sonic like his father would call him.
He looked at the corpse and walked to it. Crouching down, Sonic dragged the body to the edge of the favela, which were situated on the side of a slum. He lifted it up and threw it down hill, so no one would see a dead body on the middle of the way.
Turning back, he saw that the weapon the thug was armed with was an assault rifle, the AK-47. Walking up to it, the boy picked the weapon up and took off it magazine, revealing that it was loaded with half of its capacity. Placing the mag back into the gun and pulling the handle to properly load the bullets, he decided to keep the gun just in case things got a little out of hand.
Sonic kept making his way up the favela, killing any one on guard duty and hiding their bodies. His goal was the faction's base, in which the leader was current residing in. A mansion with a big wall and the rest of the favela around it. The leader had made a deal with his boss and didn't keep the end of his bargain, and he was here to eliminate him.
The boy, with surprising speed, charged at the one of the mansion's outer walls. Jumping up and grabbing the ledge, Sonic gracefully vaulted over the wall like a professional gymnast. He started running toward the main building, hiding behind trees and bushes. Reaching the main building, the boy crouched down under one of the lower windows, where another thug was walking by. When the man passed, the boy jumped into the mansion, since the man was human, he was taller than Sonic. Sonic jumped up and took a hold of the man's neck, using his own weight to bend the man backwards, in a position he would have a hard time getting out of. The man struggled as he tried to break out from the mysterious attacker's choke hold, he tried to scream for help but a gloved hand prevented him from doing so. Seconds later, a snap was heard and the man's arms stopped flailing and fell lifeless to his sides.
He did the same procedure once again and hid the body from anyone's view, also hiding the weapon the thug was holding. The rest of the way was uneventful as he managed to sneak his way to the mansion's upper floors, where the faction's leader office was located. Reaching the door, he knocked it, knowing the kind of people don't like to be suddenly interrupted.
If he barged into the office, he could potentially cause the failure of the mission.
"Entre"(Enter) a voice said.
The boy turned the knob and was met with the vision of a large office with bookcases, a desk and a large chair that fortunately for Sonic, was currently turned against the window. The boy locked up the door behind him, picking up the leader's attention. He turned his chair around to see the one who entered his office. The faction's leader was a jaguar, he was wearing a white business suit with was smoking a cigar.
"Uma criança?"(A child?) he asked to nobody, the boy just stood there immobile, staring at the jaguar with his dead looking eyes. The jaguar got off his chair and walked up to the kid, he noticed that it had blood covering part of its face and an assault rifle on his left hand.
How did he not notice a gun that big in the boy's hand?
"Mas que porra é essa?"(Just what the fuck is this?) the jaguar asked to himself "O que uma criança armada está fazendo em meu escritó..."(What's a armed child doing in my offi...) he stopped mid sentence when he noticed the boy's appearance. A blue hedgehog wearing a black Italian suit, where had he seeing that before.
Reality hit him like a speeding truck as he ran back to his desk to push the emergency button. He would be successful, if Sonic didn't got to him first, harshly grabbing the jaguar's head and instantly smashing it against the desk, pressing the jaguar's face forcefully onto the desk and holding the AK's barrel at his victim's temple, preventing the same from doing anything stupid.
Like pushing an emergency button for example.
"O que você quer?"(What do you want?) the jaguar asked. He started to sweat bullets when his aggressor did not respond.
"Eu te dou o que você quiser"(I'll give you anything you want) he said as fear started to creep into his body from looking into Sonic's eyes "Mas por favor não me mate"(But please don't kill me) he said, willing to give anything as long as his life was okay.
The boy didn't say anything, he just placed more pressure into his hand and squeezed the jaguar's head tighter, knowing he was going to give in the information he wanted, if he didn't, Sonic had other ways to make him talk. The gang leader started screaming in pain from the force exerted onto his head, but he immediately shut his trap when the boy placed the gun's into his mouth.
"Tá legal, tá legal, Eu dou o que você quer"(Okay, Okay, I'll give you what you want) the jaguar choked out as tears started form in his eyes. Not that he didn't try to struggle his way out of the boy's grip, but Sonic was too strong for him to overpower, what kind torture this kid suffered to become like this?
"O cofre está atrás da pintura, a senha é dois, três, cinco cinco, quatro, sete"(The safe is behind the painting, the password is two, three, five, five, four, seven) he said, immediately feeling the hand leaving letting go of his head. He immediately tried to push the emergency button again, but was kicked in the face before doing so, sending him to the office walls, as he tried to get up, a knife came flying and lodged on his hand, pinning him on the wall.
"AAAARRGH" he screamed, but was completely ignored as the boy pressed the numbers to open the safe. When opened, the safe revealed a large quantity of money along with bags and more bags of drugs, marijuana, cocaine and other stuff. He opened his duffle bags and started loading them with money and drugs, one for each of course.
When he finished, he held the AK with his two hands, preparing himself for the upcoming shootout, the man's screams certainly were heard throughout the mansion, the thugs were probably coming to see what happened. During his way to this mansion he had picked some magazines from the downed thug's weapons. The AK-47 seemed to be the favorite war weapon in all countries.
He started hearing footsteps coming from the other side of the door, but before walking to the doors, he went to the still pinned leader, forcefully ripped off the knife from his hand and not wasting any moment, stabbed the man right between his eyes, keeping him pinned once again on the wall.
An expression of pure fear etched on the man's face, as blood dripped from the knife stab and coursed along his muzzle, making it look like it was tearing up blood.
Adjusting the duffle bags on his shoulders and the gun on his hands, the boy kicked the door open and was met with a group of thugs aiming their guns at him. Not a second passed and they had already opened fire.
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Hedgehog Manor, outskirts of Rio de Janeiro, afternoon
"Então?"(So?) the boss/father, currently sitting behind the desk of his office, said to his son "Como foi a missão?"(How was the mission?) he asked, a sinister grin on his face as he looked at his son's current state. Sonic came back only with his shoes, pants and a torn up white button up shirt. His little frame had dried blood on his face and clothes, blood that was not his.
His father's name was a mystery to everyone, even his own son didn't know his name. However, in the crime world he's commonly known as Scarface or just Scar, because of the scar that crossed his left eye. What's peculiar though, is that Sonic is an exact copy of Scar, blue fur, six downward quills, only his father's were longer, peach colored muzzle and black colored iris, the scar is the only big difference between them alongside his age, twenty five years old, and his size, 1,50 cm.
Scar is nothing short of a psychopath, a very intelligent and genius psychopath that cares for nothing other than himself, he doesn't even like his son. He's so dangerous that he is currently the most wanted and criminal on Brazil, and his intelligence allowed him to reach that status without them knowing who he is and what he looks like. He is known for completely mutilating everyone that crosses his path when he decides to take action into his own hands, be them police officers, criminals or even innocents. And also for being connected to various other criminal activities such as, bank robbing, underground racing, drug dealing, dog fighting, terrorism, rape, organ traffic, underground fighting, murders and even slavery. This man can be considered the most sadistic man on the planet. He's also very rich, rich enough to buy weapons and enough trained agents to dominate an entire city for himself.
One time he took an entire building over and made everyone inside his hostages, the police tried to negotiate with him, he wanted a large quantity of money in exchange of the hostages, what they didn't know is that he had stuffed the building with explosives. When he received the money, he escaped through the rooftop where a personal helicopter was waiting to take him to god knows where. The police, too occupied to go after him, entered the place to save the hostages, that's when he activated the explosives using a remote control, killing not only everyone inside the building, but everyone that was close to it.
Some of you may be thinking, why did he kill his wife? If he decided to let her live, not only would she discover what he was, but Sonic would have someone that would allow his now deeply locked emotions to surface, he didn't want that, he had planned on creating the perfect killing machine for a long time and he would not let that bitch fuck with his plans, and the only one perfect for the job would have to be some with his blood coursing through its veins. After all, his family tree has special abilities no others possessed.
He still remembers how he turned Sonic into a cold killing machine, it was one of the best moments in his life, torturing that little rough jewelry of a brat into a refined mass murdering diamond. From the very beginning of his life, Scar trained Sonic in almost everything he knew, from other languages to the most brutal killing techniques. He contracted some of the most vicious martial artists in the world to teach him how to fight. The list included Muay Thai for leg strikes, Boxing for hand strikes, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu for crippling his opponents, Kung-fu's Dragon and Tiger styles for fast yet amazingly powerful blows while having more than enough agility to dodge and counter attacks. Scar, of course, killed them after they finished turning his son into a monster, their prices were a little too expensive for his tastes.
Sonic was also trained to wield weapons, mostly guns though, Scar didn't like hand to hand weapons, but taught him how to use a combat knife to its full capacity. Sonic could use pistols, revolvers, shotguns, assault rifles, sniper rifles, submachine guns, explosives, you name it. He had experience with at least one weapon of each of these categories.
Not to mention the body training, Sonic had almost died a large number of times doing these types of training, not because it was hellish, but because his young body couldn't cope with the mental effort and physical stress presented upon himself at the time, bones were broken and muscles were torn, all for the sake of turning his child in the perfect killer. The mental training he received was just as punishing as his physical one, Scar had drilled into his son's head that he was made to kill, made to serve only one person and receive orders from that person alone, and that his son's life was his and his only. All those years of sick torture had turned the boy into an empty shell, he felt nothing, no emotions, no reactions, he wouldn't even flinch when massive pain was inflicted upon him, and Scar loved any minute of it.
Also, for not being able to withstand these kinds of physical and mental pressure because of his small undeveloped body, Sonic was severely punished by his father for every little falter he committed, Scar wanted nothing more than perfection from someone who carried his blood, even if he did not care for such someone. He didn't want the boy failing missions, that would end up becoming problems on the near future and he did not want that.
Funny, one would think that after all that shit, one would be afraid of just being near someone like Scar, but Sonic was the only one that didn't fear him.
Without a response, Sonic just threw the duffle bags onto the desk. Scar opened the bags and took out some of the money and the drugs, inspecting them to see if they were real and not fakes. Sonic just waited for his father to finish checking up the stuff like a statue, not a single move was made by the boy.
"Bom"(Well) Scar said, suddenly putting a cigarette on his mouth "Tudo parece estar em ordem"(Everything seems to be in order) he said, lighting up the cigarette "Vá se arrumar, eu tenho outra tarefa pra você "(Go clean yourself up, I have another task for you) Scar ordered Sonic as he smoked his cigarette.
Sonic just nodded and walked to the double doors, opened it and walked off the office. He immediately went in the direction of his room, which was a few rooms away from Scar's office, which was at the end of a staircase inside of the main mansion.
The manor was composed of four main buildings, the mansion, the place where they sleep and eat and serves mostly for reunions with other criminals and stuff. The inside of the mansion was huge, the main lobby had blood-red carpet on the floor and red paint on the walls with gold details, giving it an aristocratic look, in the middle there was pond with a huge silver statue of Scar holding a planet earth close to himself with a ribbon around it having the phrase 'The world is yours' cut into it. His other arm was extended forward holding a lance pointing upward. Above the statue, in the ceiling, was a glass roof made especially to illuminate the statue with the sun's light and the moon's light, the rest of the lobby had two stairways leading to the second floor, were corridors and rooms were scattered in a certain pattern.
The second building was an armory and shooting range, obviously the place where all the weapons and ammo are stashed and the place used for practicing with the guns, it had a large amount of guns, different types and models of pistols, revolvers, shotguns and etc... every type of firearm could be found inside that armory.
The third building was a fighting academy of sorts, it was a dojo used for the training of Scar's body guards and of course in hand to hand combat, especially Sonic's. It was mostly a big as hell room with the floor covered in a blue mat, were the combatants would practice against each other. This is also the place where Sonic had made his first kill, Scar had put the boy to fight three of his body guards, and told him that the fight would only be finished when one of them was dead. The guards fought with all they had, but in the end , one died from a broken neck, one from asphyxiation and the last couldn't endure the pain from the murderous beating he received and succumbed to death.
The last building was a garage, were Scar keeps a personal collection of land vehicles such as cars and motorcycles from the different eras, the fifties, the sixties and so on, some of the vehicles are used by Sonic himself to travel to his missions destinations. Yes, a six year old can drive cars and motorcycles. Scar had taught him how to drive vehicles and Sonic also seemed to have an unusual interest on the motorcycles.
Sonic entered his room, a room that was just like him, dead. Whites walls, a bed, a closet, a book shelf and a door leading to the bathroom. Remembering what his father said to him, Sonic went directly to the bathroom where he undressed himself completely. You'd thought that with all that training, Sonic would have the body of a professional martial artist, with overly large muscles and stuff, but no. Actually, Sonic had a skinny arms and legs and a somewhat chubby stomach, which the suits were able to successfully hide. It's was actually one their race's trait, even with a lot of training, they would still retain a skinny, slender figure.
Sonic entered the box and turned the shower on, letting the water clean away all the dried blood on his face and body. When he finished, Sonic grabbed a towel, dried himself and walked back to his room to put on another suit, just like the one he wore during the mission.
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Hedgehog manor, main building, Scar's office
Sonic just stood there in front of his father's desk, waiting for his next assignment. Scar had his feet handing on the desk as he took a long drag on his cigarette, finally finishing it. Blowing a puff of smoke, he threw the cigarette's butt on Sonic's face, showing how much disrespect he had for his son, or anyone for that matter. Without any reaction, Sonic just rubbed the ashes that remained off his face with his now white gloved hand and went back to his statue position.
"Eu tenho uma nova missão para você"(I have a new mission for you) Scar said, "É uma simples tarefa que se der errado, é porque você é um idiota"(It's a simple task that if goes wrong, is because you're an idiot) he continued "Eu quero que você vá até esse endereço e busque uma encomenda para mim"(I want you to go to this address and retrieve this package for me) Scar said, throwing Sonic a portable GPS device made to be carried on the pocket instead of the being attached to a vehicle.
Sonic easily caught the object with his hand and nodded to his father, acknowledging his mission. As he headed to the door, he felt something being thrown in his direction, turning around, he caught it in his hand, revealing it to be a pair of keys, more precisely, the garage keys.
"Você pode pegar UM veiculo"(You can take ONE vehicle) Scar said, lifting only one finger to give emphasis on the word one "E é melhor você traze-lo de volta no mesmo estado que você o pegou"(And you better bring it back in one piece) he threatened Sonic.
Sonic just blinked and nodded his head, heading back to the doors direction. Scar just sighed and slumped on his chair, an annoyed expression crossing his face, he made the boy so fearless that not even his threats could reach him. Well, whatever, he pressed a button on his desk and talked out loud.
"Senhorita Clarice, eu solicito de seus serviços privados nesse momento"(Miss Clarice, I request of your private services at this moment) he Scar said, a creepy grin forming on his face as he thought of the thing he would do to one of his personal maids, poor girl.
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Hedgehog manor, garage building, night time
As Sonic made his way to the garage, he noticed that the sky was already had the azure blue color of the night. According to his father, night time was the best time for an operation because not many would be expecting something to happen this late on the day. Before heading for the garage, Sonic passed through the armory and armed himself with his twin Desert Eagles, knowing his father, he'll probably have to kill someone on the errand. With them each securely holstered on his shoulder holsters hidden within his coat, he opened the garage to be welcomed with the imaged that could be described as a collectors wet dream.
A long corridor, and parked alongside that corridor were rows and rows of cars, cars from different sizes, ages, brands and models. Even though it would be a hard decision for anyone to choose between these machines, Sonic ignored them for the sake of the beauty that was waiting to be used on the end of said corridor. Not a car, but a motorcycle, Sonic always had an uncanny interest in speed, and motorcycles were the only vehicles that made him feel really fast, probably the only thing he liked. And the model he preferred the most?
Harley Davidson Heritage Screaming Eagle 103 model with two black leather saddlebags, one on each side of the rear wheel.
Sonic sat on the bike's seat, and turned the keys, hearing the soft beats that the bike produced, vibrating through its metal body. He held onto the right handlebar and turned it back, making the machine's engine cry out a powerful roar, one that only its engines are the only capable of doing.
Sonic stopped stalling, and reared back the bike's side stand, turning the handlebar and riding forward as the garage doors automatically opened for him to pass and closed once he passed.
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Rio de Janeiro, Copacabana, night
According to the information on the potable GPS, Sonic is supposed to meet someone who is going to give him a package containing something important to his father, maybe it's an informant or some old crime buddy, but Sonic didn't care for any of that, all he cared was about finishing the objective given to him, going to the Copacabana Palace Hotel and find this informant. The GPS informed him that said person was on the last floor of the hotel and was currently on the most expensive room of the building.
Sonic rode through the illuminated streets of Copacabana, one of the fanciest neighborhoods of the city, he caught the attention of a few bystanders but they quickly shrugged it off, it wasn't unusual for non-human kids to already act this mature. The hotel entered Sonic's vision from afar and he speed off to the place, dodging through the other vehicles on the streets and stylishly drifted to a stop in front of the hotel, parking it perfectly at the side walk. The citizens around the instead of scared, were quite impressed with the stunt, especially the tourists, thinking this was some kind of pre-planned attraction.
Sonic got out of his motorcycle, put the keys on his coat's inner pocket, adjusted his hat, which got out of place from the bike ride, and walked directly into the hotel lobby, ignoring all the impressed looks he was given. Already knowing the room where the person he was supposed to meet was currently at, he ignored the receptionist who was going to ask if he needed something and went directly into the elevator, this time receiving confused looks from the costumers.
Sonic was alone on the elevator, he pushed the last floor button and the doors closed. All of a sudden a music started playing, it was Celso Blues Boy, a Brazilian Blue and Rock'n Roll singer and guitarist. A random music of his started playing, and peculiarly, Sonic's head slowly and slightly started bobbing in the rhythm of the music, looked like Sonic also had a like for good music.
The elevator stopped with the music stopping alongside it, breaking Sonic out of his stupor. The elevator doors opened on the last floor, where you could see a long straight corridor with only two exits, the one he was currently in and the double doors at the end of the corridor, the most expensive room.
Sonic casually walked to the doors and knocked his knuckles on them.
"Just a minute!" a female sounding voice said, using English instead of Portuguese. Sonic lifted an eyebrow but quickly dismissed it, his father had contacts all over the world, so it wasn't that uncommon.
"What do you want?" the voice sounded quite annoyed as said person opened the door, exposing herself to him.
The person in question wasn't a person per see, she was just like Sonic, an Ancient One. Ancient Ones have that name because they inhabited earth for longer than the humans, not by much, but the expression ended up being accepted by them even if they were only older by a thousand year, considering that both species are over hundred thousand years old. Thousands of years after the humans appearance, a war was fought between both races for complete dominance over the planet, but after years and years of killing each other for something so stupid, they made a truce were both races would equally share the planet between them.
The female Ancient One was an adult yellow mongoose with purple hair black eyes and a modest sized bust, at the moment she was wearing her pajamas, which consisted of pink shorts with a purple female tank top. She was Mina The Mongoose, a pop star singer that hailed from Madagascar and became famous around the entire globe for her incredible voice and singing talent, but under that glamorous life, she hides a rather dirty business that no one other than Scar and few other people knows. Scar was the one who discovered her when he went to the African island to go hunting and made what she is right now, and because of that, she has a life time debt with him since her life before stardom wasn't the best one.
Since she's now a singer, she has a personal jet to fly her to her shows and important stuff related to her career. That was what Scar wanted, she was part of his drug dealing operations as the transporter. While going on shows and whatnot, she'd get her plane stuffed with drugs, and because she's a celebrity, no one dares to touch her things, so no one gets Mina doing her dirty job. She didn't care it wasn't a good thing to do, Yes, Scar took her away from her shitty life for his own objectives, but that gave her a new life, and she would not let him down. She also likes what she does, she loves money and being above others, Mina also has a sick pleasure in seeing people almost killing each other for a small bag of cocaine or marijuana, of course, she'll never show this side of her to the media.
"And you are?" she asked, since she's taller than him, she could not see his face or fur color, only his peach muzzle and nose. He took off his hat and she gasped, eyes widening at what she saw. Quickly looking outside to see if the area was clear, she grabbed Sonic's collar and brought him inside the room, quickly closing the door and locking it behind her. Luckily there were no cameras on her room, she also had sent her bodyguard to take a break, saying that no one was dumb enough to do anything to her. That was a lie she made up, knowing that Scar would send someone to talk to her and get the package.
"Oh my god" she screamed as she held up an unresponsive Sonic on her arms "You're so cute!" she yelled again, squishing Sonic's dead looking face between her breasts "You're like a mini Scar!" she exclaimed, hugging him even tighter.
"Você é o filho dele?"(Are you his son?) Mina asked him in Portuguese, remembering that she was in Brazil and his son might not speak English yet.
She felt him nodding his head on her bust since she hadn't released yet. Now that's surprising, she never knew that Scar had a son, she hadn't see him in six years, only maintaining contact through special means, so they wouldn't be tracked by the police. Maybe that's why.
It sounded weird, but Mina had thing for Scar. He may be the devil incarnate, but he was a handsome devil incarnate. She had matured at a faster rate than most girls her age do, so when she got old enough, it didn't took long for Scar to take advantage of Mina's debt to do her. She had nothing to complain about, she liked him and often wished he would appear to her more times to do her, no other man was like him in bed. She especially loved when he would mistreat her while abusing her.
Mina stopped when she realized that he was not here to be a plush toy or something, but was her for business. She quickly put him on the ground putting his hat back on his head and apologizing for her behavior. Sonic as usual, just said nothing as usual, adjusted his messed up clothes and just nodded his head, accepting her apologizes.
"Agora, eu acho que você está aqui por isso"(Now, I believe you're here for this) she said as she walked over to a black briefcase, she picked it up and walked back to sonic, opening it in front of his eyes, revealing him an incredible sum of money, and on the corner of the room were four more briefcases like that.
"Esse é o dinheiro dele"(This is his money) Mina said "Já que eu não posso simplesmente tranferir o dinheiro para uma conta bancaria, alguêm tem que vir buscar-lo"(Since I can't simply transfer it to a bank account, someone have to pick it up) she explained to the little hedgehog. Sonic nodded and walked to the other briefcases, but before could reach them, he was suspended in the air by a pair of arms one more time.
"Ah, ah, ah" Mina said slowly, once more hugging Sonic against her, this time the his back touching on her chest. Mina carried his to her bed and sat on the middle with her legs crossed so that Sonic would be sitting on her lap. She took off his hat and started to caress his head and quills. Sonic just stood there, letting her pet him.
"Você não acha que vai simplesmente ir embora, vai?"(You don't think you're simply going away, do ya?) she said, holding Sonic closer to her chest and caressing her cheeks on his head. Alright now he was starting to get a little uncomfortable. Sonic was about to get off of her so he could finish his job when the unexpected happened. She had turned his head diagonally and placed her lips over his.
His eyes widened in surprise at what just happened, but he was still immobile. She kept her kissing him even if he wasn't responding, a few seconds passed and Sonic's widened eyes had turned back to their old dead like state. Mina had her eyes closed as she continued kissing him.
"Umm" she moaned. Soon she let go of Sonic and realized that she had laid back and Sonic was now on top of her, she smirked at him "Se você é o filho dele, então você deve ser tão bom quanto"(If you're his son, you must be just as good) she said as she brought her hand to the back of Sonic's head and kissed him one more time.
Ancient Ones are still animals, and like animals, they mature at a faster rate, at the age of fifteen you're considered an adult already. One would think that having sex with someone as young as Sonic is an abomination, but not to someone already intoxicated with Scar's bad influence. Mina didn't care if he was a kid, she just wanted to have sex with someone that could make her feels the heavens, even if for just an instant.
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Hedgehog manor, main building, Scar's office
"Huh?" a naked Scar looked up confusedly "Então?"(So?) he smirked "Parece que ele finalmente está tendo a sua primeira vez"(Looks like he's finally having his first time) Scar said "E logo com a Mina(And it just had to be with Mina) he laughed.
"Bom, melhor voltar ao trabalho"(Well, better get back to work) Scar said to himself.
He walked to the naked human maid who was sprawled on the floor with her legs spread open and white fluids covering her frame, she was panting as if she had just run a marathon. Scar got to her side and stomped on the ribs, causing her to double over in pain. She looked at him with fear etched on his face, pleading for him to stop, but he simply ignored it.
"Levanta sua vagabunda"(Get up you slut) Scar said, a familiar creepy grin came back to his face and he crouched down and grabbed her by her long brown hair "Eu ainda não acabei"(I'm not done yet) he carried her back to his desk, ignoring her cries of pain and laughing all the way.
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Copacabana Palace Hotel, last room, two hours later
Panting could be heard from inside the room, but the only one who was panting was the Ancient One currently lying with her back turned to the bed. They have just finished having sex, and her speculations were right, Sonic was surprisingly good, almost as good as his father is. She looked at her chest and saw the blue boy currently sleeping above her as she hugged him closer to her boson, he was too tired to wake up and complete his objective.
The mission from earlier had tired him, and without having time to rest, he came here for another errand and ended up having an affair like that, it was bound to take a toll on his little body some time, and also, he ended up losing his virginity, at the age of six no less, that's probably not a good thing.
Mina had actually felt somewhat guilty for doing it, she just had sex with a kid, a kid who wasn't even half her age, but it was quickly washed away by how good he was, he made her feel the climax she hadn't had for almost a year and still had enough on him to keep going, giving her the best night shed have in a long time.
Mina smiled and closed her eyes, caressing the boy's cheeks while doing so, she too was pretty tired and wanted nothing more than sleep right now.
Well, you know the drill.
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